"You're sure this is a good idea Siggy?" A blonde woman asked her son as she settled into a tan reclined chair with a plastic covering dome.
"Yes I am sure Mother, you see what is happening to the High Council just as well as I; they have gone insane with power. You heard Father's thoughts in the rare moments when he let his mental guard down and know what he is planning to do to Gallifrey as a last resort. This will keep you safe. He will need someone to be with him after this despicable Time War, and he will be thankful after this mess is over, I am sure of it Mother. Now please, lay down so I can set the stasis machine," Siggy replied and his mother complied unhappily, frowning as she lied down and gathered her skirt around her legs, letting her son close the dome over her. She took a moment to observe her son for what was likely to be the last time. So determined and so stubborn and so like his father, foregoing the regal orange of their Time Lord clan for a pair of worn dark jeans and a black pullover encased in a battered leather jacket of the same shade, his shock of red hair, a brighter orange than her own strawberry blonde, the only real colour on him. His eyes had that same sadness that had tinted her husband's fifth body, and yet, paradoxically, also contained a hardness in his face that only his father's aged first body had, which worried her. No son should look so sad. While she thought of her son, he turned to a screen connected to the stasis chamber and started pushing buttons rapidly. "Now Mother, you will be in a state of distress while in stasis that way the High Council, not to mention the Daleks, will be unable to track your thoughts as you will have no thoughts to project. Please nod to show that you understand. If you need to speak before I put you into distress push the button beside you," Siggy dictated as he tried hard to not think about the pain his mother will go through.
Siggy's mother nodded as her mind reached out to her son, You'll make sure Tari will wake me up, right Siggy?
Siggy's clinical exterior broke once he heard his mother's vulnerability ringing through his mind. His shoulders sagged against the weight of this decision and he turned to face his mother in the stasis chamber, placing a hand on the clear dome, Yes I will try Mother. We know that you survive; we just have to trust that it will go well in the long run. Promise you will be strong? And I will be too.
Of course I promise, son. Go ahead, before we change our minds. Siggy's mother replied as she closed her eyes, putting her hand against her firstborn's, the polymer a barrier between them, and braced herself for the pain that would come. Siggy turned back to the screen on the stasis machine and before he pushed the button that would trigger the stasis chamber, and plunge his mother in an agonising and perpetual state of near death, he closed his eyes and thought I love you Mother.
She awoke to smoke and flames licking the walls of the room. She panicked as she felt her hearts beating erratically but looking at the monitor she saw that she was coming out of her distressed state. She opened the dome on the stasis machine and started to get up, but fell as the TARDIS lurched sideways, tipping her back into the stasis machine. In her long orange robes, she had trouble climbing out of the TARDIS but she finally stumbled out of the ship, after finding a rope hanging out from the front doors, and into a front yard on a planet. Her senses had been dulled by the years in stasis, inhibiting her ability to pinpoint the space-time she was in, which concerned her. She was not meant to be in stasis for as long as she had been, at least according to her level of disorientation. She stumbled along the road in the dead of night, her eyesight a little blurry and her brain fuzzy. Her hands brushed her robes and she vaguely realized that she might look out of place in whatever planet she happened to be on. But that thought quickly lost importance as she was falling; her legs seemed to have stopped working. She instinctually aimed for the soft grass in front of an unassuming house and she sprawled out on the wet earth as her eyes went dark.
